Endless Ends

If you’re doing the whole wall it’s easier than patching. That way you have nice clean lines to mud over.

Take your time, plenty of sanding, smoothing, and remember, you can always sand all the mud away and start over.

Get a good mask/ventilator.
Alas, it will mostly be patching. A few new areas, but piecemeal. 😬
 
Alas, it will mostly be patching. A few new areas, but piecemeal. 😬
Then make straight cuts! Or just take out large sections.

When I was redoing a bathroom a few years ago I started just trying to patch. Realized that it eoyld be faster anc easier to just cut out almost the whole wall.
 
Then make straight cuts! Or just take out large sections.

When I was redoing a bathroom a few years ago I started just trying to patch. Realized that it eoyld be faster anc easier to just cut out almost the whole wall.
Large sections? Ouch. That might mean doing the whole room! 😲
 
My Grandmother was a lady. As was her mother before her.

You know, the southern kind. Big, flowery hats in the spring, afternoon tea, woodworks through the church, and gardening.

One of her many isms, was that ladies gardened.

She often said to me, "Little Endless, (she called me little endless 😜) a true lady understands the importance of gardening."

I know nothing of gardening. Naught. (I'm not sure what happened to my parents' generation. 🤔)

Gardening, however, is required to a certain extent in this ongoing project. Mostly I've been making a hash of things as I learn, which is why I've been procrastinating digging up nasturtium bulbs to overwinter.

I don't wanna. But I'll be mapping out an ordered garden in that area next fall and my window is closing. Soon the leaves will completely die back and I'll have no idea where to dig, meaning I'll lose those plants.

Today. Today, I hoisted baby shovel and set forth. There appears to be no baby shovel emoji.

Things I have learned:

-squirrels like to bury pecans under the leaves which makes it tricky to find the bulbs.
-a lizard will jump on, and cling, to your face the minute you sit on the kneeling pad.
-the previously no-cloud-sight heavens will open within fifteen minutes to deluge you with rain.

There is a reason gardening has died out.

Mother nature is snotty. 😠
 
Also, in the same vague-ish realm -

How does one fence around a tree on a fence line? Can one fence around a tree on a fence line? It seems like doing so with an actual physical barrier (wood, wire, etc.) would either be ceding one's neighbor property or coopting their property.

Neither of those are good options.

I prefer not to cut down trees that are three to four feet high, but, I do need/want a property marker. I could, I suppose, fence up to the tree on both sides, but then . . . hmmm, what are the ramifications for that long term, as the tree grows? 🤔

#connundrums
 
My Grandmother was a lady. As was her mother before her.

You know, the southern kind. Big, flowery hats in the spring, afternoon tea, woodworks through the church, and gardening.

One of her many isms, was that ladies gardened.

She often said to me, "Little Endless, (she called me little endless 😜) a true lady understands the importance of gardening."

I know nothing of gardening. Naught. (I'm not sure what happened to my parents' generation. 🤔)

Gardening, however, is required to a certain extent in this ongoing project. Mostly I've been making a hash of things as I learn, which is why I've been procrastinating digging up nasturtium bulbs to overwinter.

I don't wanna. But I'll be mapping out an ordered garden in that area next fall and my window is closing. Soon the leaves will completely die back and I'll have no idea where to dig, meaning I'll lose those plants.

Today. Today, I hoisted baby shovel and set forth. There appears to be no baby shovel emoji.

Things I have learned:

-squirrels like to bury pecans under the leaves which makes it tricky to find the bulbs.
-a lizard will jump on, and cling, to your face the minute you sit on the kneeling pad.
-the previously no-cloud-sight heavens will open within fifteen minutes to deluge you with rain.

There is a reason gardening has died out.

Mother nature is snotty. 😠
Bugs and critters gotta eat. They sell flowers, herbs, and veggies at the grocery store—Mother Nature's a rude beyotch. Just put out potted plants and don't worry about digging up the yard. Besides. There are lots of people who want to make a few bucks who'll do all this for you anyway if they're getting paid to do it. Do like Bob Marley...Don't worry...Be Happy. 😎🙂
 
I could, I suppose, fence up to the tree on both sides, but then . . . hmmm, what are the ramifications for that long term, as the tree grows? 🤔
My backyard currently has a fence on either side of a giant tree and the fence is bulging out on both sides.

It isn’t awesome. I guess whoever built the fence figured they’d be long gone before they had to deal with it and they were right.

You could build the fence up to the tree, but leave about two feet (?) on either side and use a more flexible/removable fence where the real fence ends and the tree begins? That way you can remove parts of it as the tree grows? 🤷‍♂️
 
My backyard currently has a fence on either side of a giant tree and the fence is bulging out on both sides.

It isn’t awesome. I guess whoever built the fence figured they’d be long gone before they had to deal with it and they were right.

You could build the fence up to the tree, but leave about two feet (?) on either side and use a more flexible/removable fence where the real fence ends and the tree begins? That way you can remove parts of it as the tree grows? 🤷‍♂️
Send me a picture, pretty please? Knowing what to avoid is helpful.
 
It is nothing but morally wrong to make even militarily adjacent investments, right? 🤔

(That is a rhetorical question.)
Looked up the definition before responding . . .

Definition: Investments that support military capabilities without being direct military expenditures.
Types: Includes technology, infrastructure, and logistics that enhance defense readiness.
Purpose: Aims to strengthen national security and military effectiveness.

I don't see anything wrong with investments that "enhance defense readiness" . . . especially items that take advantage of new technology . . . surely those who are anti-US are doing so as well.
 
My Grandmother was a lady. As was her mother before her.

You know, the southern kind. Big, flowery hats in the spring, afternoon tea, woodworks through the church, and gardening.

One of her many isms, was that ladies gardened.

She often said to me, "Little Endless, (she called me little endless 😜) a true lady understands the importance of gardening."

I know nothing of gardening. Naught. (I'm not sure what happened to my parents' generation. 🤔)

Gardening, however, is required to a certain extent in this ongoing project. Mostly I've been making a hash of things as I learn, which is why I've been procrastinating digging up nasturtium bulbs to overwinter.

I don't wanna. But I'll be mapping out an ordered garden in that area next fall and my window is closing. Soon the leaves will completely die back and I'll have no idea where to dig, meaning I'll lose those plants.

Today. Today, I hoisted baby shovel and set forth. There appears to be no baby shovel emoji.

Things I have learned:

-squirrels like to bury pecans under the leaves which makes it tricky to find the bulbs.
-a lizard will jump on, and cling, to your face the minute you sit on the kneeling pad.
-the previously no-cloud-sight heavens will open within fifteen minutes to deluge you with rain.

There is a reason gardening has died out.

Mother nature is snotty. 😠
I just found your thread!

It might be my masochism showing, but this sounds so wonderfully exotic to me. I love how you vividly describe it and I’d love to see it for myself. We could act all ladylike, sip tea and eat finger sandwiches, too. Then give the finger to Mother Nature for being snotty.

My paternal grandmother, who I never met, was a great gardener. I’m sure there’s bits of her sloshing around in my dna, so I could try to channel that part and act like I can garden, too, if that’s helpful.
 
I just found your thread!

It might be my masochism showing, but this sounds so wonderfully exotic to me. I love how you vividly describe it and I’d love to see it for myself. We could act all ladylike, sip tea and eat finger sandwiches, too. Then give the finger to Mother Nature for being snotty.
I plan to host afternoon tea parties with cucumber sandwiches, china tea, and delicate iced little cakes. Expected attire will be light summer frocks, gloves, and ribboned straw hats heavy with flowers.

I mean, not really, but it sounds fun. 😝

My paternal grandmother, who I never met, was a great gardener. I’m sure there’s bits of her sloshing around in my dna, so I could try to channel that part and act like I can garden, too, if that’s helpful.
All help is gratefully appreciated. We have been in the middle of a drought, but somehow I find myself sitting here waiting for the drizzle to let up enough so I can finish liberating the paper white narcissus I abandoned yesterday in my sprint for cover.

Mother Nature. 🙄
 
I have always disliked the film version of The Long Goodbye (1973).

So much so that I can barely bring myself to view. I've never been able to put my finger on exactly why. This article sums it up perfectly.

The Long Goodbye was an incredible novel. Not just a detective novel, but an iconic, possibly Great American Novel. Yet Altman (the director) changed the ending. Like, really change the ending.

"Imagine Gone With the Wind closing on Rhett saying, “Sure, what the hell, I’ll stay a little longer.” Or Empire Strikes Back with Darth Vader shrugging, “Yeah, Luke, I knew your dad. He was a nice guy.” That’s how much Altman changed it."

Leading to this:

"He gutted the point of the story and obliterated the entire moral content of Philip Marlowe’s character."

And not only Marlowe. It changed the whole moral context of the story.

So. Yeah.
 
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